𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐱 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐢 𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚
Abhimaan Singh Rathore is a name that commands respect and fear in Rajasthan. He is the king of Rajasthan and the CEO of ASR Corp Ltd. Known for his absolute ruthlessness, peopl...
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The reception hall buzzed with excitement as the host's voice boomed through the speakers, announcing the next phase of the evening's celebration.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the dance! Let's see our beautiful couple lead the way on the dance floor!"
Paridhi felt a flutter of nervousness in her stomach as she glanced up at Abhimaan.
The stern king didn't seem like the type to enjoy dancing. But as their eyes met, Abhimaan's gaze softened.
"Shall we, Rani sa?" he asked, extending his hand.
His voice was low, almost a growl, sending shivers down Paridhi's spine.
As she placed her small hand in his large one, Abhimaan's fingers curled around hers possessively.
He led her to the center of the dance floor, his eyes never leaving her face.
Every step he took radiated ownership, as if marking his territory with each movement.
"I don't know how to dance, Rana sa," Paridhi admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Abhimaan's lips curled into a small, private smile.
"Don't worry, Pari," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.
"Just follow my lead. I'll never let you fall."
As they reached the center of the floor, Abhimaan pulled Paridhi flush against his body.
One hand rested possessively on her waist, while the other held hers in an iron grip.
The music started, a slow, romantic melody filling the air, but Abhimaan barely seemed to hear it. His entire world had narrowed down to the woman in his arms.
To Paridhi's surprise, Abhimaan moved with unexpected grace. He led her effortlessly across the floor, their bodies moving as one.
His eyes, dark and intense, never left her face. It was as if he was trying to memorize every detail, every fleeting expression.
"You're beautiful," Abhimaan murmured, his voice thick with desire.
"You're everything that a man desires. Every man here wishes he was in my place right now."
His grip on her waist tightened possessively at his own words, as if the mere thought of another man desiring Paridhi was unbearable to him.
Paridhi blushed under the intensity of his gaze, her heart racing.
"I don't care about other men," she whispered back, her words causing a flash of satisfaction in Abhimaan's eyes.
